Believe Again: Falling

A/N: This chapter ended up becoming way longer than I expected it to be, but I had a blast writing this. The words just wouldn't stop coming. Hope you enjoy!

Saeran felt his eye twitch as yet another drop of ice cream fell from a loose strand of his hair onto his cheek, just barely missing his right eye.

Drawing in a deep breath, he bit down on his tongue to keep from spewing vulgarities in front of the children who were happily enjoying their ice cream just a short distance away, having blissfully managed to avoid the colossal tragedy that had just taken place. He looked once more towards the sorry excuse for an ice cream truck, in which the owner was at a complete loss and doing what he could to clean up the pools of ice cream that had formed on the counter, on the sides of the truck, all while trying to avoid stepping on the ice cream puddles on the ground.

This was just a terrible stroke of luck. It was unfortunate, but there was nothing he could do about it. There was no use moping over an ice cream date that wouldn't happen now; all he could do now was to hurry back to the bench so he wouldn't keep her waiting.

The only thing was, he was currently drenched from head to toe in ice cream.

Frustrated, he released a long, angry exhale. Talk about a disaster.

Saeyoung was having the time of his life. Correction, Mary Vanderwood 3rd was.

He was taking a liking to this girl very quickly, kind of like how speedily he had fallen for MC in just eleven days. The only thing was that she was far quieter and shier than MC was, in the way that Saeran was. Her presence was soothing, her person calm and attentive. He could see now why Saeran was attracted to this girl, even if his stiff lips refused to admit it.

It was clear to him that she cared about his brother too. She had been quite blank for the past few minutes, no doubt concerned and pondering over what he had told her about Saeran. Thankfully, she seemed to understand that he couldn't give her any more details, though he could tell she was somewhat uncomfortable with his vague explanation. Hopefully when the time was right, Saeran would be able to open up to her on his own.

Honestly, they were perfect for each other. They just didn't know it yet.

"Saeran is taking a while..." she commented then, having returned to reality. She glanced around and he followed suit, hoping that Saeran hadn't gotten here yet. He had promised Saeran he wouldn't hack for information, so this was the only way he could do it. But as inconvenient as it was, he had to admit, collecting information like this was way more fun. He never really talked to many people outside of the RFA, not even after the whole ordeal with Mint Eye, and MC had been trying to get him to socialize more. He hadn't believed her when she said it would be pleasant to meet people just for the sake of getting to know them better instead of doing it because he was being paid to. He only did that with the RFA, never with strangers.

There was no denying that he had a hidden agenda talking to this girl, but he did find himself genuinely trying to understand her better, and MC was right, as she always was. Talking to people like this was nice.

He would love to stay here longer, or better yet, take her back to the house as a gift for Saeran — which would no doubt end up in his premature funeral arrangements — but he had to leave before Saeran found out he had been here. And before he could figure out that he had tinkered just a little with the ice cream truck before this to stall for time. It was supposed to make a pretty big mess, but his little brother would definitely be smart enough to avoid it, though his kind nature would probably make him help the owner of the truck clean things up.

Compensating the owner went without saying, but neither Saeran nor MC needed to know about that. He had already landed himself in hot soup after Saeran exposed his crime to MC, and MC in turn, had punished him by refusing to let him drive his babies for a full week. They would take cabs around, she had declared, knowing full well that he hardly had any reason to go around, as an officially unemployed retiree.

The thought made him deflate like a balloon, and he wiped an imaginary tear off his cheek. Not his babies...

"Are you alright?" The woman next to him asked. She must have actually thought he was crying.

Quickly plastering on a big smile, he shook his head, indicating that he was perfectly fine. "Anyway, I think I should go soon, before Saeran gets back," he said, getting up and smoothing out the wrinkles in his pretty summer dress. Technically it was MC's. (He may or may not have just borrowed it without her permission.)

"Are you sure you don't want to stay?" she inquired, looking a little uncertain.

"Nah, I'll see him when I get home— I-I mean," he corrected nervously when her eyes grew wide in shock, "When I... see him. Yeah. I'll see him when I see him. Because, you know, home is where your love is! Ahahaha..."

She let out an awkward chuckle in response, shaking her head slightly. She must be thinking he was weird and embarrassing. Saeran always complained about it.

That was why he hadn't been expecting her to say what she did next.

"I'm glad Saeran has you by his side," she smiled, although he could tell it didn't quite reach her eyes. He recognized that look; back when he had to hide his feelings and convince himself that he could never be with MC, he often found himself with the same sadness in his eyes when he looked in the mirror in the gloomy mornings and late nights.

A small part of him kind of regretted telling her that he was Saeran's girlfriend now, because he couldn't find it in him to tell her the truth, now that it seemed she trusted him somewhat.

This was MC all over again. Great. Just great.

Seriously, was this a twin thing? Finding the same kind of women who could induce the same kind of guilt in them?

He realized he must have looked quite befuddled for a good minute or two, because she was starting to look concerned for his mental wellbeing. His eyes softened. She could make Saeran happy. He just knew it.

"No, thank you for being with him all this while," he said with a gentle smile. "Take care of him for me, alright?"

The tips of her ears started to turn a rosy shade of pink, and she lowered her gaze a little bashfully as she nodded. "I will."

That was all he needed to hear. Now, time to get home.

"SAEYOUNG! I KNOW THAT'S YOU THERE!"

Time to get home faster.

If looks could kill, Saeran would have killed his brother about a thousand times over by now.

He had only just left the spot where the ice cream truck was to return to the meeting spot, with no cones in hand, and with most of the excess ice cream out of his clothes and hair. He still smelled quite distinctly sweetly of vanilla and chocolate. He would probably have to go home much earlier than expected to clean himself up, or risk getting bitten to death by the ants crawling around here.

Nevertheless, this was a notch better than going to meet her utterly dripping and drenched in syrup, thanks to the ice cream truck owner. Mr. Jin, he had called himself. It appeared that he recognized Saeran as one of his regulars already, even though he had never spoken to him before. To thank Saeran for his help in cleaning up, he had offered him a bunch of napkins to clean himself off as best as he could. While they were both wiping the stains off of their clothes and hair, Mr. Jin had wondered aloud what on earth could have happened to his truck.

Out of goodwill and sympathy for the poor man, Saeran had offered to take a look at what might have gone wrong. He almost immediately regretted doing that, since it would mean keeping her waiting a little longer, but he had already gone and flapped his mouth, so he may as well do a quick job of finishing it. Saeran had limited experience in engineering and mechanics, but his experience as a hacker had helped him figure out that the pipes had been tampered with, at the very least.

By whom though, he didn't know.

That is, until, he laid his eyes on a certain redhead seated on the bench with his date, that was.

He didn't even have time to spare to feel embarrassed for actually referring to her as his "date" in his mind. All he knew was that he had seen that sun hat, that dress, and those long, luscious red locks in the form of a prized wig that his brother had kept in a corner of his closet, along with his other cross-dressing props.

And then suddenly everything clicked. The ice cream truck breaking down, the culprit who had done it, the way he hadn't asked him for any information about the girl he was meeting with every day for the past week, almost too suspiciously.

He should have known better than to trust Saeyoung.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! When would he learn?

The only thing he could take comfort in was that MC would not be pleased to know about his shenanigans today, and he was fairly certain that dress belonged to MC too. But, that could wait. His blood was starting to boil and he didn't bother restraining himself when he opened his mouth and let out a mighty shout.

"SAEYOUNG! I KNOW THAT'S YOU THERE!"

Said twin who had been about to leave, froze in his tracks, before running off, nearly dropping his sunhat in the process.

As if he would let this go so easily. There was quite the distance between them, but Saeran was still the fitter of the two, and his brother was impeded by his heels and his need to keep his hat and wig on his head. If Saeran wasn't so pissed off right now, he would have been slightly impressed by how Saeyoung could run so fast in his current attire.

"GET BACK HERE, YOU IDIOT!" Saeran all but screeched, too busy to care that she was right there and that she looked positively baffled by the hundred and eighty-degree personality change he was performing in front of her.

Saeyoung would have to pay for the humiliation this was costing him.

"STOP CHASING ME, YOU SEXUAL PREDATOR!" Saeyoung screeched right back, though he sounded quite significantly out of breath.

Saeran noted that there was some people sending him horrified glances, and there were others who were clearly contemplating tackling him to the ground or phoning the police since he was bothering a sweet, gentle lady who, unbeknownst to them, actually had a something that started with the letter 'd' in her underwear.

It might have been the scowl on his face, or the murder in his eyes that kept anyone from coming close. There was one guy who tried to stop him, but all it took was a glare and an almost feral growl to send him scurrying back to where he came from.

The gap between him and his brother was quickly decreasing, and it wasn't long before Saeran managed to get a firm grip on the sleeve of the dress, and tackle his brother roughly to the ground.

"Talk," Saeran demanded when he finally managed to pin Saeyoung to the ground by sitting on him and holding his wrists to the ground. Saeyoung's sunhat had been knocked off, landing a good distance away on the grass near a pile of dog poop, and his wig had slipped off almost entirely, revealing a hair net that was slipping off on the right side of his head to reveal a messed up patch of red hair. "

"S-Saeran, fancy meeting you here! What a coincidence, huh? Wait, why do you smell like ice cream?"

His brother's light, airy voice only caused his scowl to deepened, and his grip on his brother's wrists tightened in silent retaliation. He made sure to make it hurt enough to make the man beneath him wince. "Talk," he repeated.

"Okay, okay, but get off of me first? People are getting the wrong idea," Saeyoung pleaded in a small voice, before gesturing frantically with his head to left.

Saeran hesitated a little before following suit, thinking that this was just another of Saeyoung's ploys to distract him so he could kick him off and hightail it home. But when he craned his neck in the direction Saeyoung was looking in, his eyes fell on the small crowd that had gathered, staring at the two of them and whispering amongst themselves. They seemed shocked, and understandably so, considering the way he was sitting atop his brother in such a misleading position in broad daylight. Some of the parents around were covering their children's eyes and guiding them away from the scene.

He could already feel a heat rising in his cheeks, embarrassment hitting him hard. He could care less about what those strangers thought, but the problem was that she, of all people, was there. She was standing to the side, her person half hidden behind the thick tree trunk by the path. If he hadn't been so accustomed to looking for her amidst the crowds of people that were always in the way in the park on a daily basis, he would have missed her.

Her face was one of surprise, though the corners of her lips were quirked up, her eyes alight with amusement. It was evident she was struggling to suppress her laughter, from the way her hand had come up to cover her mouth.

Ah, if only the ground would open up and swallow him right now. He just wanted to vanish off the face of this earth that very instant and stop his face from blushing as ridiculously as he was right then.

His immediate instinct was to look away from her, but then he had forgotten for a moment that he had his brother under him, so when he returned his head to its default position, all that met him was the look of triumphant glee on his brother's face.

"You are in l-o-v-e, loveeee— waaaah, not the face! Not my beautiful face!"

Saeran had his fist raised in mid-air, but then all too quickly he became conscious once again to the fact that she was watching all of this, and he didn't want to throw a tantrum of all things when she was there. So his dropped his fist, letting his arm fall to his side, before hastily getting off his brother. "I'm not done with you," he barked through gritted teeth, before proceeding to "accidentally" kick his side while walking over towards the woman who was currently chuckling to herself while keeping her arms folded across her chest, and her eyes fixed on his flushed face.

Well, lots of things were going awry today. For Saeran, that was. You were more amused than anything else at the moment.

You were trying to remove the broad grin you had on your face, and to stop laughing to yourself while you waited for Saeran to reach where you were. But you couldn't help it. He just looked too cute at the moment, with his minty eyes alight with fiery anger that was quickly subsiding and giving way to nervousness and uncertainty the closer he got to you. His red hair was messier than usual, and as the distance between you two grew smaller, you noted that it also looked considerably slick and messy, almost as if he hadn't washed it in two days. It was only when he was a few steps away from you that you realized he smelled... sweet. Like a mix of vanilla and chocolate.

"What happened to you?" you asked, now concerned as you stepped towards him. "You smell like... vanilla and chocolate." Your eyes swept over his clothes, and you hesitated before reaching your hand out to pinch the hem of his sweater between your thumb and forefinger. He looked almost ready to step back, to shrink away from your hand, but he didn't, only stayed still and sighed in what sounded like resignation as you rubbed lightly at the soft cotton. It was moist, and made the pads of your fingers sticky.

"It's a long story," he muttered almost in defeat, before throwing a hateful glance in the direction of where his "girlfriend" had been. She had already disappeared before either of you noticed.

"I'm sure," you replied flatly. "Are you okay? Do you want to go home and clean yourself up with a hot shower?"

"It's fine," he muttered. "I don't want to go home without..." He trailed off, and you waited for him to continue, but then a light pink color dusted his cheeks and neck as he looked away and coughed awkwardly, and then you knew that you weren't going to get to hear the rest of that sentence.

Well, he didn't really need to say it aloud. You could venture a good guess. And the thought alone was enough to make your head feel light, as if you were floating with the clouds above.

"Sorry I didn't get the ice cream today," he spoke again. "Something came up with the truck."

"It's alright," you smiled. You could do without the ice cream as long as he was here. Ice cream, after all, was never your main purpose for coming. "I'm just glad you came. Even if it isn't your best day," you laughed, much to his annoyance. The corners of his lips were twitching upwards though, and you could tell he was fighting to suppress it.

"Me too."

It was a whisper, a quiet murmur that you would have missed if you weren't listening carefully. Those two words made your insides churn and melt into mush, in the sweetest way possible.

His eyes were shyly averted from yours, and you grinned, feeling a little cheekier now.

"So, I heard that lady over there was your girlfriend."

You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped you at the grimace that almost immediately made its way onto his face, the skin around his eyes crinkling in distaste. "Girlfriend?" he echoed, sounding utterly repulsed. Then he let out a deep groan, shifting his weight from foot to foot restlessly as he swung his arms about, his hands already balled into fists. "When I get back I'm going to make sure he—"

"He's your brother, isn't he?" you stated then.

He paused for a moment, shock evident in his eyes. His lips parted, before he questioned, "How did you know?"

"At first I believed him," you admitted, laughing sheepishly at yourself for being so gullible. "But then he slipped out a lot of things — not the best actor around." You chuckled at the memory of how he had stumbled over his words numerous times and the awfully unconvincing way in which he had tried to cover up for his mistakes.

"And then you arrived and chased him away, wrestled him to the ground and knocked the wig off. It was pretty obvious by then that he was not your girlfriend. No boyfriend would tackle their girlfriend to the ground or scream and shout at her in public like that." At your words he averted his gaze again, biting on the inside of his gum and sulking like a child.

"Also, you called him "Saeyoung"," you continued, "and I thought it was funny how you two had the same first character in your names. Besides, you two look alike."

"You're pretty observant," he muttered, raking his fingers through his hair before grimacing at how sticky his fingers were too. "He's my twin brother."

"So, you're the older one?"

"No, he is. He's a minute older than me."

That stumped you for a moment. He had called his brother by name, and not with the honorific, after all. You wanted to ask more about that, but decided against it. It seemed to you that they got along fine, even if the way they bonded — through fighting, it seemed — was rather questionable.

One more thing struck you as strange, something you hadn't realized it until now.

"Saeran, is this your natural eye color?"

He arched an eyebrow at your question. "Why do you ask?"

"Your brother's eyes were yellow. But yours are mint green, and you're twins, so..."

"My natural eye color is yellow. These are just contacts," he replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

Of course. Contacts. You should have known. You had guessed something along the lines when you first noticed him and his peculiar features, but you hadn't actually properly asked him about it before.

And this, of course, begged the next question: "Why contacts?" It was odd, how curious you were all of a sudden, and how comfortable you felt asking him this many questions in just a matter of minutes. This was probably the first time that silence wasn't the meat of your conversation. Perhaps it was partly due to the change of scenery. You weren't at the usual bench; in fact, you were quite far away from it, and the both of you were at the edge of the park, close to the end of it that met more buildings down the street. Standing awkwardly by the side of the jogging and bicycle path with the tree shielding you two from the expanse of sky, and no ice cream to enjoy, there was nothing to distract you from each other.

He paused, contemplating his answer to your question. "It's just... I've just gotten used to it," he replied at last, if quite vaguely.

You didn't press it, noting the forlorn, distant look in his eyes as he took some interest in staring at the patterns on the bark of the thick tree trunk next to him. It was wrinkled and weathered, and you wondered then why his eyes were brooding, why his lips were pressed into a thin line and why his shoulders were sagged as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"You know, your brother said something earlier," you began, which caught his interest. The thoughtful gaze disappeared, replaced by annoyance and exasperation. "What else did he tell you? You shouldn't believe anything he says. He just doesn't know when to shut up."

"It's..." You tried to find the words. How would he react? Was this something you could ask? You couldn't even gauge how close you were to him, and this was a very personal question. He might not want to tell you. Worse, he might stop being comfortable around you if you tried to pry. You didn't want to come across as nosy, either.

So all you did was wring your hands and hold them behind your back, plastering a smile on your face. "It's nothing. I guess I shouldn't take his words too seriously," you dismissed, and he made a non-committal grunt at that. You could ask him about it another time, when the time felt more right to you.

"So," you began, deciding to change the subject. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

He frowned as he looked over at you. "Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering..." you admitted. "When your brother came and introduced himself as your girlfriend I realize I never asked you about this."

"No, I don't have a girlfriend," he answered. Then, in a quieter voice, he asked, "Then... what about you?"

He was embarrassed. Curious about you. "No, I don't have a boyfriend," you answered with a coy smile. He nodded, turning away to hide his face from you, and you swore you caught the hint of a gleeful smile playing on his lips.

Just then, your eyes narrowed in on a spot of brown cream just below his jaw. "Oh, you've got a little something..."

"What?"

Reaching into your bag, you grabbed a pack of tissues and pulled out a piece. Before he could say anything, you took a step closer to him, so that your left foot was in between his shoes. Maybe you were just feeling bolder now. You would never dare do something as forward as this otherwise.

Reaching up, you dabbed gently at the spot. He backed away quite reflexively, and you muttered a quick, "Don't move," before tugging him forward by the front of his sweater. He did as told, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed thickly. His eyes burned a hole through your head as he watched you clean him up. As your fingers grazed his skin through the thin tissue, you wondered what it would be like to touch him, skin on skin, the tips of your fingers lightly tracing the curves on his face, burning the lines of his handsome features into your memory forever.

His breath suddenly hitched and you startled slightly when you felt his hand ghost over your waist. Your eyes snapped to each other's, and it dawned on you then how close you were to him exactly. You were close enough that you just had to lean in and tip your toes up and your noses would touch. You could feel his breath on your face, and you knew he could feel yours too. You hoped your breath didn't smell bad. His smelled like mint, mingled with the sweet scent of ice cream.

You watched as his eyes darted down towards your lips, causing you to become quite self-conscious. Without thinking, your tongue skimmed your bottom lip that suddenly felt very dry, and you watched as he swallowed again. You could feel the movement of his Adam's apple through your fingers that were still resting tenderly on his neck.

You were acutely aware of the butterflies in your stomach, of your heart hammering against your ribcage and your chest that felt like it would explode any minute now. It felt like the both of you were frozen in place, your gazes locked so tightly that it would take herculean strength to tear your eyes away from him.

Your eyes never left his, and you waited, your breath hitched, for him to move first.

And he did.

His gaze dropped first, and then he took a step back, hanging his head low as if shameful of something. You did the same, dropping your hand to your side, the tissue in your hand now stained with brown, the color of dirt.

"You... you had something on your neck," you mumbled, trying desperately to calm your heart. You couldn't breathe, it was suffocating. What was that? What had just happened, exactly?

He was quiet for a while, and you thought that he would walk away, until he replied, "I see... T-Thanks." He was just as nervous as you were at the moment, and it felt a little comforting to know that. Just a little.

"I should get home. Clean myself up." His voice was mechanical, robotic. You looked up, and he was already turning around, ready to go home. You wanted to say something, to stop him, to start talking about something else, anything to dispel the wall of awkwardness that had appeared out of nowhere.

But nothing came to mind. Your mouth was dry, your mind blank as you stood there, dumbly watching him as he left, with his hands stuffed in his pockets and his head never turning around to face you once.

And it dawned on you, that this was the first time he had left first.

Saeran heard a few knocks on his door, and he grunted, pulling the covers over himself just as the door opened.

"Go away." He wasn't in the mood to talk to his stupid brother today. Not tomorrow either. Or the day after. Nor the entire week, for that matter.

"I know you're mad at your brother, but I don't think I've done anything bad, have I?"

Saeran sighed, pulling off the covers off him and sitting up to face the kind woman standing in the doorway with a mug of what smelled like hot chocolate in her hand. With a kind, gentle smile, she walked over and handed it to him. He accepted it, and took a small sip from it. He let the sweetness of the chocolate linger in his mouth for an extra second or two before swallowing, instantly feeling better. Of course, the smell of the drink reminded him of the ordeal he had been put through today, no thanks to that stupid brother of his.

"Are you going to ask me more questions?" he asked, knowing that hot chocolate in the middle of the night was her way of buttering up to him so he would be more cooperative with her.

"Not at all," she declared, a little unexpectedly. "I just came here to announce that your brother has been forbidden to look at cat pictures for the rest of the week. I hid the Longcat apron so he can't find it either."

Despite his foul mood, Saeran couldn't help the short breath of laughter that escaped him. He could just imagine Saeyoung clutching onto MC's ankles and begging her for mercy. It was both a blessing and curse to find someone who knew you well. They knew how best to love you, but at the same time, they also knew how to hurt you in the worst way possible.

"I take it that you're happy with his punishment," she grinned.

"It's decent," he allowed, taking another sip of his hot chocolate. It was soothing how the warm liquid slid down his throat and swirled in his stomach.

"I also have a message from your brother," she said, which had him rolling his eyes instantly.

"I don't want to hear it."

"It's about that girl you've been seeing."

He nearly scalded himself by accidentally taking a huge gulp of the hot chocolate. Saeran swallowed everything before sputtering and coughing, knocking his fist against his chest.

"W-What?"

She gave him a knowing smirk, and folded her arms across her chest. "Saeyoung was right when he said you've fallen for her."

"That's a load of bull— nonsense," he corrected when she sent him a warning look. "He's just being his dumb self."

"He isn't, and you know it," she replied evenly. "I can tell."

There was no arguing with her when she used that tone, and he was too tired to try anyway. "Was this what you came to tell me?" he asked wearily.

At that, she chuckled. "No, that wasn't it. Saeyoung wanted me to let you know that she feels the same way."

"What?" He broke into incredulous laughter. "Yeah, right," he said. "I don't even know what I feel about her, and you're saying that she feels the same way? That..." he faltered slightly, trying to find the words. "That doesn't make any sense."

"He's sure of it," MC continued seriously. She wasn't joking or playing around. She was actually serious, and she believed what his brother had said. No surprise there, they were married. Of course she would be on his side. "He said he saw the look on her face when he told her that he was your girlfriend. It was the same face he used to make when he was convinced... that he could never be with me."

"Hm." It was a dismissive grunt, one that Saeran knew MC recognized as the signal that the conversation had come to an end. She rose to her feet, bidding him goodnight and advising him one last time to think things through on his own.

That night, he lay awake in his bed, covered in a blanket of darkness, aside from a strip of moonlight cast on his hand when he raised it up. He thought back to the evening just earlier, when he had touched her with this hand. He hadn't been thinking at the time, really. It was just as if his hand had assumed a life on its own, reaching out to hold her by the waist. He wasn't certain if that was to push her away or bring her closer to him, so that he could get an even closer look at her beautiful eyes that had been trained on his. He remembered the way her lips had parted, her pink tongue that had darted out to trace her bottom lip quite absently, and how tender her touch had been on his neck, shielded by a modest sheet of tissue.

He didn't know what it was that he felt towards her. He didn't want to know either. It was scary, this longing, this stirring in the pit of his stomach, that made his toes clench and his heart race.

"You've fallen for her."

That was ridiculous. He didn't even know what falling in love meant. He didn't know what it was that his brother and MC shared. If it was mushy and cringe worthy antics that they did on a daily basis as if he wasn't living in the same house, then he didn't want it. He could live without that.

Worse still, if it was that feeling of being ripped to shreds when they were about to lose each other. He had seen it in their eyes back then, when he had taken them prisoner.

Maybe that was what it was. Falling in love. Being in love.

That was something he didn't know, something he had never experienced before.

But then he thought back to the time when he thought he wouldn't see her again, when he thought she had left him, abandoned him, when she hadn't showed up at the park. He remembered the fear that had gripped him, the anxiety that he could not shrug off no matter how hard he tried.

And then he realized that he had long been teetering at the perilous edge of a cliff. When or how he had gotten there, he did not know.

But, there was one thing he knew now:

He could no longer feel the ground under his feet.

A/N: Sorry for the insanely late update guys... I was low on inspiration and motivation to write because I've been pretty stressed out over university applications. (No, it's not about bad results or anything. They were actually better than expected.) I hope the length made up for it somewhat! :)

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